Post by MasterEvil on Oct 9, 2011 19:38:22 GMT
So this is a blog...how stupifyingly dull. Rebecca told me this would be more fun then anything else I'll do in life...I guess I should of expected much from an airhead, but I guess it was that stupidity that convinced her to befriend me instead of simply running away...wierd girl. Anyway, to the subject of this blog.
French...bitchy...I double hate this Yaseem. She is a complete nobody in my view but many know who she is. Does this make her the favourite to win? If so then maybe it will be wonderfully delighting to watch as she screams for help while I shred her arms limb from limb. The scream...the blood...the broken body...why does these pleasure me so? Am I really a Freak? If that is what I am, then so be it. I'll just delight even more then utterly obliterating this wrecked she-frog until she croaks for the very last time of that worm's existence.
Endee Leights...strangely Rebecca keeps pronouncing it has "end the lights." Maybe that is the meaning behind the name of this complete titch. Could it be because that the girl is ashamed of being so small? Or is it that she is too small to have a stable supply of spotlight, considering that Endee has been in TWE for SO long yet achieved nothing in any of this time. Maybe its destiny for me to turn this Endee to a ragdoll for my crushing victory since I am, by miles, the biggest in this match. Even if both of them double-team me, the result will not be faltered when I...The Freak...rip those nobodies into shreds and grin ever so dastardly for each second it takes.
Why do we sit around and break each others hearts tonight? Why do we dance around the issues till the morning light? When we sit and talk and tear each others lives apart? You were the one to tell me go, but you were the one for me. And now youre going through the door, when you take that step. I love you baby more and more, we need to laugh and sing and cry. And warm each others hearts tonight, observing the fun of everything...and loving all of mother God. Serj Tankian, you are my god...but instead of sitting around, tomorrow night I'll break the hearts of Yaseem and Endee, pluck them both out then eat those hearts slowly while both the women are lifeless. And why is that you ask? The answer is the last few words this my blog...
"They can hate, as long as they fear."
French...bitchy...I double hate this Yaseem. She is a complete nobody in my view but many know who she is. Does this make her the favourite to win? If so then maybe it will be wonderfully delighting to watch as she screams for help while I shred her arms limb from limb. The scream...the blood...the broken body...why does these pleasure me so? Am I really a Freak? If that is what I am, then so be it. I'll just delight even more then utterly obliterating this wrecked she-frog until she croaks for the very last time of that worm's existence.
Endee Leights...strangely Rebecca keeps pronouncing it has "end the lights." Maybe that is the meaning behind the name of this complete titch. Could it be because that the girl is ashamed of being so small? Or is it that she is too small to have a stable supply of spotlight, considering that Endee has been in TWE for SO long yet achieved nothing in any of this time. Maybe its destiny for me to turn this Endee to a ragdoll for my crushing victory since I am, by miles, the biggest in this match. Even if both of them double-team me, the result will not be faltered when I...The Freak...rip those nobodies into shreds and grin ever so dastardly for each second it takes.
Why do we sit around and break each others hearts tonight? Why do we dance around the issues till the morning light? When we sit and talk and tear each others lives apart? You were the one to tell me go, but you were the one for me. And now youre going through the door, when you take that step. I love you baby more and more, we need to laugh and sing and cry. And warm each others hearts tonight, observing the fun of everything...and loving all of mother God. Serj Tankian, you are my god...but instead of sitting around, tomorrow night I'll break the hearts of Yaseem and Endee, pluck them both out then eat those hearts slowly while both the women are lifeless. And why is that you ask? The answer is the last few words this my blog...
"They can hate, as long as they fear."